Stuffington Post

So you may be sitting at home wondering whatever became of this young Fluffington.



This is what happened.



I wanted to get a similar picture of her sitting in my hand to contrast the previous pic, but the turd will not be held in such a fashion anymore. She is m'bout 5 months old now and is definitely a lanky teen these days, having the energy to match. She's had her front pawnails removed a couple months back, and after several hilarious incidents of bouncing off furniture she intended to climb, she's pretty well adjusted. And if you think we're cruel, just consider all the discipline she doesn't have to experience every dad-gum time she would've tried to ruin our things. Now her impotent little paws pose no threat to us or our opulent stuff*.

(*as in household goods, personal belongings, things in general; not Stuff the cat)

Today she goes in to get fixed. And not because she's broken, but because she's become overly flirtatious with Dweezil, and we do not condone such behavior in this house. (It disturbs Bethany.) But on a lighter note, Dweezil has slowly become more accepting of our new roomie. Though most of their interaction is biting, scratching, and wraslting, they do sometimes end up as snuggle buds.



Like I said earlier, she's not a cat to be held against her will, but she will snuggle the dickens out of you on her terms. She remains cute as ever, and is obviously enjoying her plush adopted life.